(Post inspired by Walden's Wits "Serendipity and Happiness")

Yesterday at work, a gentleman rushed up to the counter carrying a dozen half-dead roses he hastily pulled out of the flower case.  It was obvious he was in a hurry, and as he fumbled with his credit card he told me why:  It was his one-month wedding anniversery and he competely forgot; his wife had sent him for flowers.   

I've never been big on locking into "special days"...it puts too much pressure on the date and expectations tend to run higher then is realistic, especially when life happens (which it always does) and those expectations can't be met. 

I once forgot my anniversery.
I once rescheduled Christmas.

We had a lovely Christmas in March of the following year, complete with a tree, gifts, family, food and decorations, including outdoor lights.  It didn't matter that Christmas wasn't on "December 25"...we were a family making memories.

However, one of my all time favorite memories of my family is when my kids interrupted me from folding socks to help build snowmen!  We don't have a single picture of us actually building them, simply because we were too busy making the memory!  I love my picture of our "Snow family" even though no one else really understands why that picture (without my girls or me in it) is so special to me.

You see, it's not the picture itself that's special, it's what it represents.  The "it just happenedness" of the moment.  The memory of our family working together, laughing, planning, problem solving, and the journey of building that snowfamily that makes this picture so special.

Any person can see the picture, but only my girls and I can see the memory...